Sunday, February 10, 2008

The Day I Felt Pretty Good

Today was my boyfriend. I hated to see our affair end at sunset.I woke-up with only a distant desire to heave. I ate some Oh's which surprisingly buried any morning sickness.I danced in the shower.The sun was shining,my hair curled rightand somehow I even wrestled my way into someslightlyfish-nettedtights.

We were more than on-time to church. I love my Sunday School class so much that I couldadopt them alland make them matching jumpersfrom my old floral curtains.

They weren't even judging me when I couldn't,for the life of me,pronounce the word "catastrophe"as it continually stuttered out of my mouth as"castrophe."

Am I too lazy for the extra syllable?Maybe.But don't my imperfections just make me cute?

And oh! I sat next to my dear May in Relief Societywhere they asked her to give the Opening Prayerfor the second time this month.

And though she didn't care to share my offered fruit snacks,she was more than kind to let me fan myselfin theninety-and-nine-degreed roomfull of sister senior citz.

(In Spain are they called Seniorita Citz?)And after church my pink skirt and Itook a tiny nap,made cookiesand bugged Chup.There is nothing better than teasing Chupa whenhe is feeling hischurch-hangover.We had dinner with my Dad who ishome alone for the week.Jesse and Lindsay were there withthree gorgeous children(and one on the way!)

And as I was helping myself to Dad's roasted cabbageJesse patted my tummy.

For good luck?(I hope).

And I only wanted to puke oncewhen Chup made some smelly gyoza,but he was so excited to devour thosetenderly fried,drizzled-in-soy-sauce,pieces of Oriental culinary cuisinethat I could hardly ruin such a moment.

That would be a catastrophe(to be sure).

Is there a wordthat you have a hard time pronouncing aloud?Specific?Spaghetti?Salutation?